Honey.
( for Janette Hoppe)
Fuck why do I have
all these kids when
all I want is peace
and quiet terry robes
in hotel rooms and
hours wrinkling sheets
full blooms in vases
by the beds
not thrust in faces
sibling threats
fuck why do I have
this warm-footed bathroom
talc walk
this oat bowl here
again
again again
the honey of your arms
reminds me
why again
again
( this is the second of a series of ten poems where the first line is the first utterance of a person in my life - or wandering through it, for the day)
I suppose there'll be a temptation to have a 'last gasp' series as well, but not sure if that's as good an idea
ReplyDeletenah. I will have to be hammered into my coffin and the pencil nicked at the morgue Kit. I just needed an exterior premise for a week, too nervy! Scaring people....
DeleteLol thanks Kerri:-)
ReplyDeleteGood one. Great idea :)
ReplyDeleteIt will be a fascinating series. The alternate sounds good but I saw it the other way, not you in a coffin but others on their deathbed. Maybe there'd be a certain sameness though. Will we ever know? Nurses would be ones to enlist.
ReplyDeleteEnjoyed this Kerri!
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